Samantha heard the music repeating, loudly.
"She wraps those hands around that pole, She licks those lips and off we go, And she takes it off nice and slow, Cause that's porn star dancing..."
She was lying in a puddle on the floor spread eagle, nude except for one sock. When she opened her eyes she saw a ceiling. It was dark outside. Her brain was a blank. She laid her arm across her eyes and tried to remember. She heard a moan and an arm flopped across her chest. She rolled her head to the side to see who owned that arm.
"Jessica! Jessica!" she exclaimed. It was Jessica! She was at Jessica's place! She rolled over and hugged the beautiful brunette beside her. She was home!
Jessica hugged her back. "Oh, Samantha, what a night!" She couldn't believe Sam was finally home to stay.
They rolled on the floor wrestling in a tight embrace, kissing like they would never get another chance.
They finally parted, "Damn, Sam! Who had the music cranked last night?" Jessica shut off the loud music and ran for the bathroom.
"Damn, Jess, you were so busy humping that stripper pole last night you never noticed." Samatha ran in to pee. Jessica was right behind her, sliding across the floor and stopping in front of the open bathroom door.
"Well, Sam I do recall a slutty blonde licking that pole up to my pussy."
They giggled like schoolgirls as she ran in and straddled Sam,
"Jess! You're peeing on me!" Sam giggled.
"Well, spread 'em, Sam. I gotta go too!" Jess continued to go, her pee falling between Sam's open thighs, tinkling into the water below. The girls thought that was the most hilarious sound they ever heard and laughed their heads off.
Sam started tickling Jessica's ribs, making her laugh and squirm and piss even harder. The house was covered in pee and girl juice from one end to the other. They would get it later.
They were delirious with joy after being apart for so long. Jessica had the stripper pole put in when Sam texted her she was on the way, she wanted a wild welcome home for Sam.
They drank too much wine, sang badly, and danced boldly all night, each girl the focus of the other's attention. They started the evening with tears of joy and ended it with screams of pleasure and gushers of girl juice.
The girls had discovered their mutual ability to achieve intense squirting orgasms early on and it almost broke them up. They were both embarrassed to tears the first time it happened.
Each girl thought the other would reject her as a freak. How could they not? Who squirts pee all over the place like that? Nobody. They hardly spoke for a week out of embarrassment and fear of rejection.
Samantha finally broke the ice, "Look, Jess. I feel something when I'm around you. I want to be with you, but I have to tell you something."
Jess thought, "Oh great, here it comes. She's going to dump me now." Jess was ready to cry.
Samantha continued, "About last time, I'm sorry. I squirt out girl juice like Old Faithful. It happens all the time. It just shoots out all over the place. I'm not a bedwetter. I'm not a freak. It's just normal. For me. For us. The universe has brought us together and now we know why. Do you understand?" Sam looked at Jess, breathlessly awaiting her approval.
Jess didn't know what to say. She was all set to hear rejection. She said they were normal; they were meant to be together. She didn't have to hold back anymore. She could be herself with Sam. Samantha made sense and besides, Jess was in love with her.
Jess took Sam's hands and their eyes locked, the blue-eyed brunette and the green-eyed blonde, smiled and Jess said, "Well who are we to second guess the universe?"
Samantha stood, lifting them off the toilet and into the huge old bathtub. The giggling pixies loved baths and this antique tub easily fit them both. Jess was on her back, Sam piled on top of her.
Sam started the warm water. She stood and grabbed the bubble bath and bath oils off the counter and poured them into the tub. She looked down at Jessica's sultry body and her unblemished pale skin. Her striking blue eyes and perfect face were framed by her dark hair. Sam thanked her lucky stars that such a creature would love her. God, she was beautiful.
Jess was watching Sam watch her. She was standing between Jessica's legs pouring bubble bath and bath oils into the warm water. She was a stunning blonde beauty with emerald-green eyes and a hard little body. Sam was the prettiest girl Jess had ever seen. Jess could just eat her all up.
Sam laid back in the big tub facing Jess. They took a leisurely bath and washed each other's feet, sucking one another's toes as they went. They painted their toenails before getting out and cleaning up. Sam wanted to go for a quick run before it got too hot outside.
Sam said, "Well, rainbird. I think it's time for the Golden Girls to go on clean-up duty." They both laughed at the names. Golden Girls came from an old TV show but referred to Sam and Jess' talent for their golden-shower-style squirting skills.
They got the nickname 'rainbird' one day while jogging when a sprinkler system soaked them by surprise, drenching them both. The next time Jess squirted; Sam named her Rainbird.
They finished their bath and cleaned the place up. Thank goodness for wood flooring, tile, and Swiffer mops.
They put on their running fits, running shorts, sports bras, and Nikes. Sam put her hair in a ponytail, Jess put on her ball cap and off they went. They had run this route hundreds of times but it had been a long time since they had run here together. They were just going to the park and back. Classical was on the playlist. They were running to Tchaikovsky today.
It was about two miles to the park but they were in no hurry. They weren't planning to stop today, just ran around the park and returned home. When they got to the park, Jess slowed to a walk and Sam slowed with her.
Catching their breath, Jess said, "Look for the man with the dog." Sam just nodded, hands on her hips, walking it off and breathing.
She said, "Who is he?"
Jess said, "He's usually here every morning."
Sam said, "Is he a prospect or what?"
Jess smiled, "I'll let you decide."
Now Sam's curiosity was piqued. She hadn't had a decent fucking in months. She kept her eyes peeled for the man with the dog.
The Man with the Dog erotica by Samantha Sherman
Sam said, "Tell me about the man with the dog, Jess. Who is he?"
Jess said, "Well, his name is William. Do you like tall, dark, and handsome? Well, William checks all those boxes -- twice. And wait until you see his dog!"
Sam said, "Well, have you guys...?"
Jess just giggled and said, "Maybe, just wait until you see him for yourself."
The girls walked along the perimeter of the park, chatting and catching up. They had forgotten that "Roll Over Beethoven" was on this playlist. They smiled when the old Chuck Berry song came on, singing along as they walked. They didn't realize they were singing out loud.
There were only a couple of people in the park and they smiled to see the animated young beauties stop and face each other, dancing and singing to their favorite part:
"...Well, if you feel and like it,
Go get your lover, then reel and rock it
Roll it over then move on up just
A trifle further then reel and rock with one another...
Roll over Beethoven
Dig these rhythm and blues!!"
They giggled like little girls, so happy to be together again. They turned to continue their walk and a very tall, dark, and handsome-type man with a big Great Dane was standing right there. He had seen the whole thing. Sam cut the music and looked at the man with the dog.
Jess said, "Good morning, William."
"Good morning, Jessica."
"William, this is my friend, Sam," said Jess.
Sam offered her hand, "Good morning, William. Pleased to meet you, sir."
He took Sam's hand, "Samantha, the pleasure is mine."
"Might I say that you ladies have beautiful singing voices?" William smiled and the girls blushed, the three of them sharing a laugh.
Sam was fascinated by the dog, a handsome brindle Great Dane. He was the perfect companion for such a big man. His name was Winston.
She approached the massive dog, holding her hands palms up so the dog could sniff them. His big head was almost level with hers, his big tongue hanging out. She reached out to pet him and scratch his ears.
Sam said, "Good boy, Winston. Good dog."
Winston took that as his cue to bury his nose in Samantha's crotch, giving her a good sniff.
Jess put her hands to her face, "Oh, my!"
Sam said, "Ooo." and jumped back. Giggling, she pushed Winston's nose away. "No, no Winston!"
William said, "Winston, Platz, sitz." and the big dog sat down.
Sam said, "He's so big."
William said, "Winston is as enchanted by your scent, Samantha, as I am by your beauty."
Sam looked up at this giant man. He was the biggest man she had ever seen. She looked like a child compared to him. He was nearly seven feet tall and handsome with bright, brown eyes and black hair. Samantha was blown away.
She smiled at him and said, "Aww...you and Winston are too nice."
He was older than them, fifty-something, with smile lines on his face, giving him the appearance of always being amused. He seemed nice. And sexy. Sam wanted to get to know him better.
The three of them walked together and sat on the park bench to chat. Sam learned he was a big-time martial arts champ and world-class poker player. He lived here in Vegas mostly, splitting his time between here and his interests elsewhere. His phone rang. He excused himself abruptly to attend to an urgent matter.
"Jessica, Samantha, I apologize," he said, "I must leave now. You ladies will join me for dinner this evening." Jess and Sam looked at each other and back at William.
Jess said, "Yes, of course, William, we would love to."
William said, "Perfect. I'll send a car for you at six."
"Goodbye, Winston," said Sam, giving Winston a pat on the head.
